Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Who are you?

I don't know who you are anymore. I don't miss you, I miss who I thought you were. I miss the old you. I miss the guy i met in front of the bus stop. I miss the guy who said he was in love with me. I miss the guy who said he was sad because I couldn't hang out with him. I miss the guy I kissed that October night. I miss the guy that has never lied to me. I miss the way you call my name. You wanna know what I really miss?

I miss the old US.


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